Reese Bobby:
[walks into the classroom]
Excuse me, darling. I'm Reese Bobby. I'm here for career day with my son, Ricky.
10-year-old Ricky:
Dad!
Reese Bobby:
Hey there, boy! Man, you got big. How long's it been? Three, four months?
10-year-old Ricky:
Ten years.
Reese Bobby:
Ten years? Man, I gotta lay off the peyote.
[puts a cigarette in his mouth]
Schoolteacher:
Mr. Bobby, there's no smoking in here.
Reese Bobby:
Oh, it's all right, darling, I'm a volunteer fireman. Okay, I am a semi-professional racecar driver and an amateur tattoo artist.
Classmates:
OOOOHHHH!
Reese Bobby:
And the first thing you gotta learn if you're gonna be a racecar driver, is that you don't listen to losers like your know-it-all teacher here.
Schoolteacher:
Okay, I think that's enough.
Reese Bobby:
Your teacher wants you to go slow, and she's wrong because it's the fastest who get paid and it's the fastest who get laid.
[classmates all cheer]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:22